"Tell me how you like it." That's so good Mr. Groves," she gasped. "Please fuck me good."He stopped suddenly and looked down at her. "Yes you need to ...be fucked good don't you." He grinned down at her and then climbed off the bed. "I'll be right back." He whispered.She could hear him rummaging around in her room but couldn't get her head up enough to see what he was doing.He came back a moment later muttering to himself. "I'll need to pay a visit to that sex shop I think." He knelt on the bed. “I have an idea. I want to drink chocomilk from your bosom, Anna. Shall I demonstrate it?”, he asked me. It reminded me of my encounters with Raj sir and Dr. Sanjay Anna in my school days( details in my earlier stories in this site). Unwilling to curtail his enthusiasm, I gave green signal to go ahead at his will. Elated, he took a bite of the bar, making it a syrup with saliva in his mouth and pulling my chest closer, sucked my hard waiting nipple, fully drenched in the syrup. It gave me a. His mom was in her early forties, single and went where the work was, so they moved around a lot and they didn't have many friends.One morning I stopped by before school while they were still having breakfast. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as his mom served him food and each time she bent over to grab a plate or glass, her shirt would fall forward so that I could see both of her bare breasts hanging there!These were the first tits I'd ever seen in person and I couldn't take my eyes off. I stepped back. Matthew wasted little time in getting up to speed. I turned back to my dress.“Leave it off,” Deborah shook her head and gestured to the seat Meghan had left. Courtney got up and left for the kitchen, “We need a better place for this.”“We have the house,” Russian glasses girl sighed, “Everett’s house.”“Yes, yes we do,” Deborah grinned, she turned to me.“Do you want us to move the party?” I asked looking around. The teenagers were whispering to themselves. The old cooks were just.